Don't own it
Hermione combed her soft curls as she sat in front of her dresser. Pine wood, polished, her Great Grandmother Heather's.
She sighed and started for the desk drawer at the lower right-hand corner and pulled out the tin box she loved. The box was tin of course, green with a sliver snake in a circle. Hermione thought it was much too Slytherin, but it was her Great Grandmother's. She opened the box to reveal two very special pictures. The first was her great grandmother Heather. The picture was grey, old, and ripped but you could see the Heather Maria Granger in it.
Heather was blonde, blue-eyed, and perfect in everyway. But if you looked closely, Hermione was a clone in a brunette form. The next picture was a baby girl wrapped in a pink blanket. On the back of the picture was
April Iris Winifred Rose Granger
Born April 12
Hermione's eyes filled with tears. That was her baby. And someone killed her.
It was 10 years ago, but Hermione remembered it like yesterday. Someone had raped her in 7th year and she conceived April who was bald and blue-eyed. She didn't know who raped her, but she sure did love April. Then, a week after April's birth Death Eaters came and kiddnapped her baby.
"Please, don't take my baby!" Hermione pleaded. Lucius laughed.
"We have to put a stop of this mudblood race so in order to do that we would kill you and your baby. But, since it's more fun, we'll kiddnapp her and when she turns old enough, into my sex slave." he said.
"NO!" she cried and Draco spoke.
"No father, let me have the child. I have my uses for it." he smiled under the black cloak and in a second, the Death Eaters where gone.
Now, Voldemort had a big influence on people and no one would let muggleborns work. Hermione was one of the few who was lucky enough to be chosen by a certain pureblood family to work as a servant.
Hermione heard a knock outswide her door and a deep voice, "We are here to bring you to your new job."
"And now, hell begins." Hermione sighed and opened the door.
Draco
"Daddy, can I have a painting?" April asked, blue crystal eyes staring into my grey ones. She made a puppydog pout and my heart melted. My daughter could do anything to me.
"Of course sweetheart," I said and kissed her forehead. She clapped her hands, clearly excited and ran off into the store. I loved April as I loved her mother. Too bad her mother didn't love me.
It was such a mistake. Such a mistake to lock the door behind me and rape Hermione as I always dreamed of since fourth year. She had my child and my father wanted to make her his sex slave. Over my dead body. Now, that my father is dead April is my daught and know one knows who's the mother.
Not even Pansy.
"DADDY!" April called. I rushed over to my little princess.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I want this one." she said, her pale finger pointing. Lifting my head, I gaped at the painting. It was a young woman, in her early 20s or so. She was brunette, sitting on a rock near a creek with the forrest behind her. The woman's eyes sparkeled with fire and her lips slightly parted to show she had secrets. Yet, you can sense something sad her the painting. The leaves and her surroundings were grey and black. Only her eyes shone gave color. She reminded me of someone. But who...?
"Daddy," April said and tugged on my shirt.
"Yes, we're absolutly buying it. Just for my little princess!" I said and tickeled April. She was a clone of me. In female form, but happier too. I was the father I never had to her. April would never get the Mark, no matter how much Voldemort threatened to kill her. Better dead than killing.
"Sir, I want to buy this painting." I said to the store owner. It was a muggleshop, so I had to bring muggle money.
"Ah, only $20. No one really liked it, but interesting choice." he said, his eyes spite with laughter.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, the painter was Daniel G., no one knew his last name though. Ol' Dan is a friend of mine and trust me, he's like 96. That woman was wife. She died at an early age after having his son. He doesn't speak about him and Dan says that painting isn't his wife. But it is. But his wife was blonde. ANyway, $20 please." the old man said.Draco handed him his money and while waiting for it to be wrapped, he saw the painting's name:
The Balance
Hermione
"Do you know which family I might be working for?" I asked the driver.
"No," he grunted and pulled over for me to see a large gray castle with large 10 feet tall iron gates with pointed spears as the bars. Depressing. I sighed.
"Get out and take your rubbish with you." he snarled and I got out of the car and he drove off, leaving a cloud of dust behind. I tried to calm myself and took out my MagicPhone or MP and called Harry.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Harry, it's me." I said.
"Hermione, did you get a job yet?" he asked, all full of concern.
"Yeah, i don't know who though. I'm in front of the house." I said.
"What does it look like?" he asked.
"Dark and scary. Grey, and the gates are iron spears." I said.
"The Malfoys." Harry said flatly.
"WHAT!?" someone screeched on Hary's side.
"Shut up, Ron! Hermione is working for the Malfoys and you know she needs it-oh shut up. Stop being a git. Well, I wasn't the one fucking Luna last night! Sure, your married but how come i'm not allowed to screw Ginny and you go ahead and fuck Luna so hard she can't fucking move!? Sorry, 'Mione. Ron's having a fit. bye'." he said and hung up. I Stared at the my MP and shut it off and I enter near the gates.
"State your business." someone said. I dropped my bag to see a tall man looking at me behind the gate.
"I'm the new n-n-anny here." I stuttered. The man nodded and opened the gates and led me across the cobbelstone path to the door of heavy oak. The knocker as I call it was a snake with emerald eyes. The man smiled at me before banging on the door.
"Call me Harold." he said and opened the door. I was speechless. It was a large room with a long sage green carpet leading down the hall. Paintings of blonde haired men and women scattered around the room's hall revealing the Malfoy generation. Harod have me a grin and closed the door.
"So this is the new slave?" a female voice asked. I looked at my right were a grandstaircase was. At the top of it stood a lady, her black hair toppeled on top of her head. Her dress was strapless and it stopped at her knees. It was sage green, same as the carpet with a black belt. She had pearls, diamond drop earrings, and a emerald ring on her ringer.Her lipstick was red red rose, eyes black.
"Yes," I said, bowing my head. The lady walked down the steps slowly, taking her time. When she was in front of me, she said "You may look upon me."
"My name is Wendella Raycore, Draco Malfoy's fiance. Our wedding is in April. You are my husband's slave and be careful not to talk back. He doesn't like anyone except that stupid daughter of his, what's her name? June? Well, whatever her name is, your her nanny. Get her away from Draco because I hadn't claimed him in bed yet unlike that woman who gave him that dreadful child. She's a half-blood you know?. Well enough about me. What's your name?" she asked.
"Hermione Granger." I said.
"Good, very good. I like you, not too loud. Not too quiet. Since you have a good impression on me, I will give you my best slave room. It's still a slave room, but it's the nicest. I decorated it myself!" Wendella said giddy.
"Yes, miss.How very generous you are." I said. Not
"Now, Up to your room. Quasie will show you. I'll see you at 8 o'clock sharp for dinner." she said and she was gone.